Warrior of the InterWorlds

He walked into the yard, vaguely familiar for some reason, but he didn't remember it, all he remembered was the last two or three days. On a large stone almost in the middle of the yard lay a rather large lizard basking in the sun, at the sight of a man it tensed and became alert. A gnarled stick whistled over his ear and hit the lizard on the head. She fell from the stone and twitched, the girl ran up and finished off with a stick, then began to collect branches. Nevr joined in and built a fire. Then he took out a knife and began to cut the lizard nailed by the girl. He strung the meat on the cut twigs of the bush and arranged it to roast by the fire. It began to smell delicious, the girl imperceptibly took over the cooking, as Nevr froze, looking into the fire. Suddenly, green eyes flashed in the flames and disappeared, but a vague picture appeared. He, Neurus, stands on the edge of a high cliff, and there lies a green valley below, through which a large river flows like a snake. He shuddered, looked around uncomprehendingly, the girl sat silently and also looked at the fire. It was already getting dark, it smelled very tasty, my stomach croaked with hunger. He stretched out his hand and took the rod with the meat. They ate, the meat was delicious, tender, something like chicken. It was warm outside, Nevr took out a cigarette and lit a cigarette. ...